Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time.
One day, to everyone’s astonishment, someone drops a match in the powder keg and everything blows up.
It is hard for anyone under twenty to realise that death has already assigned them a number, which is going to come up one day.
To defend oneself against a fear is simply to insure that one will, one day, be conquered by it; fears must be faced.